Chapter 13
The door to Colson's suite opened silently, revealing he was waiting for me. My breath caught in my throat at the sight of him in nothing but white lounge pants, his muscular chest bare and inviting. Despite my reservations, I felt myself falling under his spell once again.
Colson's eyes darkened as they raked over me. He moved with predatory grace, closing the distance between us in a few long strides. "Josephine," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down my spine.
With a gentle push, he closed the door behind me, the soft click echoing in the charged silence. His hand found the small of my back, guiding me towards his massive bed. The covers were already rolled down, exposing crisp white sheets that practically begged to be touched.
"Do you like what you see?" Colson asked, a hint of amusement in his tone as he caught me staring.
I swallowed hard, struggling to find my voice. "I... yes," I admitted, hating how easily he could affect me.
In one fluid motion, Colson wound his arm around my waist, pulling me flush against him. The heat of his skin seeped through my clothes, and I could feel the unmistakable evidence of his arousal pressing against me.
His lips brushed my ear as he whispered, "I'd like to strip you bare and use my mouth on you."
A shudder ran through me, equal parts desire and apprehension. "You promised," I reminded him, my voice trembling slightly.
Colson pulled back just enough to meet my gaze, his eyes dancing with mischief and barely restrained lust. "I'm not going to fuck you, Josephine," he said, his tone seductive and reasonable all at once.
"I promised I wouldn't. But..." He trailed a finger along my jawline, his touch feather-light.
"I didn't promise I wouldn't do other things to you. "
My heart raced as I processed his words, torn between the urge to give in to the pleasure he offered and the nagging voice in my head warning me to be cautious. "What... what kind of things?" I asked, cursing the breathy quality of my voice.
Colson's lips curved into a predatory smile. "Why don't you let me show you?" he murmured, his hands already working at the buttons of my blouse. "I promise you'll enjoy every moment."
As his fingers grazed my skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake, I found myself nodding almost against my will. The lines between right and wrong, between desire and manipulation, blurred further with each passing second in Colson's intoxicating presence.
Colson's fingers deftly undid the buttons of my blouse, his touch leaving trails of fire on my skin. I shivered, caught between desire and trepidation as the garment slipped from my shoulders, exposing my black lace bra.
"Beautiful," he murmured, his eyes drinking in the sight of me. "You have no idea how long I've waited for this, Josephine."
His words snapped me back to reality. "Colson, wait," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "Are you sure we should…"
He silenced me with a finger to my lips. "Shh," he soothed, his other hand tracing lazy circles on my bare back. "Let me take care of you. Trust me."
As he lowered his head to my neck, his lips ghosting over my pulse point, I found myself melting into his touch. My eyes fluttered closed, my body betraying my mind's lingering doubts.
Colson guided me backwards until my legs hit the edge of the bed. With gentle pressure, he lowered me onto the silky sheets, his body following mine. The weight of him above me was both thrilling and terrifying.
"Open your eyes," he commanded softly. When I did, I found his intense gaze locked on mine. "I want you to see me, Josephine. I want you to know exactly who's making you feel this way."
His hand skimmed down my side, leaving goosebumps in its wake. As he reached the waistband of my skirt, a flicker of uncertainty must have shown on my face.
Colson paused, his expression softening slightly. "We can stop anytime you want," he said, though the tension in his body belied his words. "Just say the word."
I swallowed hard, my heart pounding. Did I want this to stop? The sensible part of me screamed yes, but the part of me that craved his touch, that longed for the pleasure only he seemed able to give, was winning out.
"I... I don't want to stop," I admitted, my cheeks flushing with heat.
A triumphant smile curved Colson's lips. "Good girl," he purred, resuming his exploration of my body.
He reached back and opened my bra with precision, gently sliding the straps from my shoulders. He stepped back, letting it fall at our feet. Colson sucked in a breath as he looked at my breasts, weighing them in his hands.
“They’re perfect,” he said, bending to take a nipple in his mouth. He sucked and I dug my fingers into his thick hair, biting my lip to stifle a moan.
He moved to my cleavage, pressing his nose to my skin. “Do you know how delicious you smell. I can’t wait to taste you.”
As his touches became bolder and his kisses more heated, I found myself getting lost in the sensations. Yet even as pleasure coursed through me, a small voice in the back of my mind whispered a warning: Was I truly in command, or was I playing right into Colson's carefully orchestrated plan?
“Colson…” I whispered.
He was kneeling in front of me, leaving a searing trail with his lips on my skin, lost in what he was doing.
“Colson, please,” I said louder.
He hooked his fingers in the waistband of my panties, slowly pulling them over my hips and down my legs. His smile was smug, predatory as if he cornered his prey.
“Colson!”
He looked up at me. “My bride,” he murmured.
“Not yet. I want to wait.”
Colson slid his tongue into my center, stroking my engorged clit before he rose. That one move weakened me, and my body trembled. He claimed my mouth again, kissing me hard before he cupped my cheeks.
“Joey, sex transcends the physical act, becoming a profound expression of trust, love, and connection between two people. It’s a moment where vulnerability and intimacy converge, allowing individuals to share not just their bodies, but their deepest selves. Do you understand?”
I nodded, wrapping my arms around my chest but Colson pulled them away. “You’re beautiful, Josephine. It doesn’t surprise me that Vaughn is obsessed with you.”
I frowned. “How would you know that?”
“I’m not blind. I see how he looks at you, but I won’t share. You’re mine. My son will need to learn control, or I will cast him out of everything under the Ashworth umbrella.”
It gave me a twisted thrill to see Colson's jealousy flare up. The thought that he would crush any man who dared touch me, even his own son, sent a shiver through me.
"You don’t have to worry," I mumbled, my voice barely above a whisper.
His eyes darkened with possession. "I’m sure of that."
Without warning, he grabbed my hips and tossed me onto the bed, his strength effortless. My heart raced as he joined me, his body looming over mine. The thin fabric of his lounge pants did nothing to hide the hard evidence of his desire, straining against the material.
My eyes were drawn to it, a mixture of fear and anticipation swirling inside me. Colson was big, and the thought of what he might do to me—how he might tear me apart—sent a jolt of both excitement and dread through my veins.
He ran his hand over my freshly waxed skin, his touch almost reverent as he explored every inch. "I like this very much," he murmured, his voice thick with approval. His fingers brushed over my most sensitive places, making me gasp. "All pink and plump. I’m pleased to see how wet you are for me."
I bit my lip, the mix of vulnerability and his raw power overwhelming. His words hung in the air, heavy with promise and the certainty that I was his, body and soul. I could feel his hot breath on my center as he moved closer.
“You smell so good," Colson breathed, his voice low and filled with hunger. "I can’t wait to taste your sweet little cunt.”
A whimper escaped my lips as his cold fingertip slid through my slick folds, the sensation sending a shiver up my spine. He pushed inside me slowly, deliberately, until he met resistance.
“Colson,” I moaned, my breath hitching as the heat between us grew.
His gaze darkened with possessive satisfaction. “You’re very tight," he murmured, his thumb brushing my swollen clit in a teasing circle. "I’ll have to be careful with you when the time comes.”
The promise in his words both terrified and thrilled me, a potent mix of fear and desire that left me trembling beneath his touch. He explored me and I kept my eyes closed, afraid of what I’d see if I opened them. It was obvious Colson knew how to work a woman’s body.
Colson teased me relentlessly, his lips planting soft kisses on my smooth flesh, his voice humming with satisfaction as he went along. The anticipation was unbearable, and I shifted my hips, seeking more.
“Don’t move, Joey,” he whispered, his voice a seductive command.
I tried to obey, but it was impossible not to writhe as his tongue swiped through my folds, tickling my engorged nub with maddening precision.
When he added a second finger, plunging them in and out of me, the fire inside me began to burn hotter, more intense with every stroke.
My back arched involuntarily, defying his request, as my body begged for release.
Colson's teasing grew more deliberate—nibbling, licking, and touching in all the right places. The pressure was building, simmering just beneath the surface, and I was desperate, pleading for what was so tantalizingly close.
“I can’t—please,” I gasped, teetering on the edge, opening my eyes to see his dark head between my legs.
With a wicked smile, he curled his fingers, brushing over that elusive spot deep inside me.
It was the final push I needed. The tension snapped, and I was falling, my orgasm crashing over me with a force that stole my breath.
I couldn’t stop the scream that tore from my throat as I detonated, every nerve alight with pleasure.
Colson didn’t pull his fingers away, his hot breath coming in heavy pants against my swollen flesh. My body went lax, barely recovered from the high, when he started again, relentless.
“No… please,” I whimpered, the overstimulation bordering on agony.
“Oh, Joey,” he murmured, a dark chuckle in his voice. “When will you realize I’m in control? Give me one more.”
His words were both a command and a promise. I had no choice but to surrender, my hands clutching the sheets as he pushed me toward another mind-numbing orgasm. The waves of pleasure crashed over me again, leaving me breathless and trembling.
When he finally relented, Colson laid beside me, pulling my spent, naked body against his. I curled up, burying my face in his muscular chest, the scent of him grounding me.
“You’re gorgeous when you come,” he whispered, his voice laced with satisfaction. He tapped the finger he’d had inside me on the tip of my nose, and I caught the sweet, unmistakable scent of myself on him. “How do you feel?”
“Tired,” I muttered, my voice barely more than a breath.
“I want you to see me, Joey,” he said, his tone turning seductive as he gently pushed me onto my back. “I want you to watch me.”
I forced my eyes open, still hazy from the aftershocks of pleasure, and saw a wet stain near the waistband of his pants as he rose to his knees.
His erection strained against the fabric, demanding release.
With deliberate slowness, he rolled down his pants, revealing himself fully.
I gasped at the sight of him—this was new, overwhelming.
Colson gripped his shaft in a tight fist, the sight of him making my breath hitch.
“Watch closely,” he whispered, his eyes locked on mine, leaving no room for anything but him and the moment unfolding between us.
He stroked and was rewarded with fluid leaking from his head, coating the crown with more wetness. He stroked faster then stopped, squeezing his shaft hard enough for his knuckles to turn white.
“Do you want to touch me?” he asked.
I wasn’t sure. This was all new to me. At this moment, Colson looked sexy, I had to admit even though I knew how cruel he could be. There was a vulnerability to him that I hadn’t seen before.
“I’m not sure,” I said.
He took my hand, moving closer to me. “Touch me, Joey.”
I sat up, fascinated by him. I did what I wanted to the first time I saw him shirtless which was run my fingers in the deep furrows which created a perfect vee to his center. He pushed his pants lower, and I ran my finger tentatively over the puckered skin of his balls.
He sucked in a breath then put my hand on his cock, covering it with his own, moving it until I figured out the rhythm then he took his away. He instructed me.
“Faster…don’t squeeze too hard…just like that.”
I stroked him and his continuously leaking head wet my hand, but I didn’t stop.
Colson’s breathing became ragged, his stomach moving rapidly.
His hand clamped on mine once again and he directed his shaft toward me, shooting a warm stream of semen on my chest and neck, followed by several others.
I wasn’t turned off as it leaked down my chest to my belly.
“That was beautiful, Josephine.”
Colson sank to the bed, leaning against the headboard. We were silent for a few moments before he pulled off his pants and got off the bed, scooping me up and carrying me into the shower.